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 Oct 2018 Andrew
Olivia
Maze
 Oct 2018 Andrew
Olivia
My mind is a maze.
You’re not the one trying to find the entrance,
I'm the one trying to find the exit.
I am the lost one
The outcast
The one who wanted to understand the world
The one who was betrayed
The one who wanted to laugh
The one who had dreams.
And I thought we shared the same dream
I thought we were together
Hand in hand
And that we were moving forward
In the same direction.
But you left me.
You left me here, alone, in my own maze.
The dreams I had started to vanish
And the trust I put into you just disappeared.
I had a dream with you
And now that dream is only mine.
The dream we once shared is now my dream.
And as I keep it with me,
I try to find the exit of my own maze.
 Oct 2018 Andrew
Olivia
Two blue piercing eyes
A luminous sky
And your hand in mine.

Our breaths becoming one
A bright green esplanade
Two pigeons flying above the clouds
To reach the unreachable
To dream of being free
To leave what was once their land.

I’m biting my nails and you’re looking at me.
I’m wondering for how long you will stay this time.
Will you leave without a word
Or will you disappear ?
I know you will leave anyway…
Not that I don’t trust you,
It’s me, that I don’t trust.
I know you’re in my head
But doesn’t that make you more real?

I want to make a promise
To myself, to you, to your eyes, to the sky.
I want to promise you that I will fight
And maybe I’ll get closer to the unreachable.
I got this idea in class, was supposed to be in French but kinda like it in English.
Hope you like it xoxo
 Oct 2018 Andrew
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
 Oct 2018 Andrew
Lily
I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.
 Oct 2018 Andrew
Virtuous
I'm a hopeless romantic
I dream of fun nights out on the town
Meaningful conversations under the stars
And a passionate kiss shared in the rain
I'm a hopeless romantic
I believe in marriage
And growing old together
And being attentive to each others needs
I'm a hopeless romantic
Longing to be seen in a way
That others have never dared to do
Afraid of losing their fantasies
I'm a hopeless romantic
But more than that
I am human
And a complex one I might add
Not so easily figured out
But what's the fun in that?
I'm a hopeless romantic
Loyal and caring
Wanting to know who my partner is
And how I can help them accomplish their
Goals and dreams
A hopeless romantic
Yes that's me

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